So sorry, lost a day. Think it might have fallen down the back of the sofa. Horse, dog, work, quick peek at 2.55 at Doncaster, sudden joy as I realise it is the day for Laytown races, where they run on the beach. Then, system says: unexpected item in the bagging area. Which is my brain’s version of: nothing left.
I leave you with the Lovely Ones, who are better than any words, especially for those of you needing a tonic, as I seem to do: